Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. He shut his eyes and groped for the wall to steady himself, wondering if this bit of mummery would get over. Quite trying of him not to be there when he is wanted. ‘I’m a soldier, missie.
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